DESTINY FOUND ITS WAY | TAEGYU

DFIW : 8

Taehyun stumbled into Beomgyu's bedroom, feeling nothing but nerves pulsating through him since he had that conversation with Camille.

Nothing left Taehyun's mouth, no words, no sounds— but Beomgyu reached forward and latched his mouth to the crevice of Taehyun's neck. Taehyun let out a throaty whimper when he felt warm lips against the column of his neck. Beomgyu's hands circled around his waist, and Taehyun realized the feeling, never having felt this way before.

So helpless yet in full control.

Beomgyu spun him around, and Taehyun leaned forward, falling into his arms. Beomgyu smiled, "Get undressed." Beomgyu whispered into his ear, "I'll put on a disc."

Taehyun obliged with a nod and then felt Beomgyu's hands leave his tentatively smaller structure and walk towards the record player in the corner of the room. Taehyun peeled off his sweater and dropped it to the floor, seeing Beomgyu's muscled back.

Taehyun ensured the unbuttoning of his shirt could be as loud as the process of unbuttoning shirts conveys. He took off his trousers, rolling them off with ease and pushing them to the side, making sure to hum while doing so. Yet, throughout all those sounds, Beomgyu never looked.

Just put on the music.

"Won't you look at me?" Taehyun asked softly, sitting down on the end of Beomgyu's bed.

"Are you naked?" Beomgyu asked.

Taehyun licked his lips, "Not fully. I'm afraid I might need your assistance."

Beomgyu turned around and Taehyun saw a cigar in between his fingers. Taehyun didn't know when he got that, his eyes must've gotten entrapped by staring at the way the muscles on his back moved with every hitch.

Beomgyu walked up to him, towering over the boy who was sitting on the bed.

"If you aren't naked, Taehyun." Beomgyu said, blowing smoke out, "Then you've got no use for me." Beomgyu turned around, and Taehyun frowned, fingers bunching around his bedsheets.

"I'm mildly offended." Taehyun stated, and Beomgyu turned around, sighing.

"Baby." Beomgyu said, and Taehyun felt redness flowing into his cheeks at the new name he'd been called, "Talk less." Beomgyu continued, settling down onto his knees in front of the bed. Taehyun's mouth went dry.

Beomgyu tucked two thumbs into the cotton washed waistband of Taehyun's drawers. Taehyun saw Beomgyu pull them down his thighs, and then chuck them to the side. Beomgyu looked at Taehyun's cock, sitting prettily against his stomach.

"Ah, I see you've excited yourself." Beomgyu smirked a little, and Taehyun resorted to reddening further and gulped, knowing there was nowhere to hide, not in Beomgyu's vision.

Beomgyu reached his hand forward, wrapping it around Taehyun's cock. Taehyun's breath hitched because this was different. Camille had small hands, hesitant, dwelling small hands. Beomgyu's were large, controlling, and calculating.

Beomgyu moved his hand up his cock, and Taehyun tensed at the rough feeling. He looked at Beomgyu, a silence passing while Beomgyu eyed his cock as if thinking. Taehyun opened his mouth to speak, but before a word came out— Beomgyu opened his mouth to put it around Taehyun's cock.

"A-Ah-" Taehyun yelped, eyes widening in dismay.

The sudden abruptness of the warmth on his cock was more than pleasing, but likewise more than daunting. It was odd, seeing someone so manly, so handsome, so luxurious like Choi Beomgyu with a cock in his mouth— but it was almost fitting.